Kate Nash

By a stunning coincidence, your correspondent also attended the BRIT School and remembers Kate as a nice girl who’d spend hours playing kiss-chase with the Arctic Monkeys (studious lads, them, though given to the odd jape, like when they placed a bucket of water above the class door just before Luke Kook swanned through arm-in-arm with both Leona Lewis and Adele – the cad!). So yeah, she seemed pleasant enough. But who knew that one day she’d develop the canny diarist’s eye needed to paint details about “cheese on toast” into a ballad of such emotionally mature romantic resignation?
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